Surprisingly, Ling Yansen did not say no. He frowned and looked stern. He thought for a moment and stood up, "Mr. Chang, if I have an emergency, I'll take a step ahead. You guys have fun. If you have anything to say, tell my secretary. Then, take my leave."
"
Although everyone didn't know the situation, they could only nod. Qing Wu was still stunned and surprised. Ling Yansen had already strode to the door, turned around and frowned, "Hurry up!"
Qingwu quickly followed.
The two of them left Monet, and the waiter had already driven the car over. The night was thick and the chill was deep. Ling Yansen was walking in front of him, and Qing Wu stared at his thin back, lost in thought.
"The dinner party is boring, I just went for a drive." As if he anticipated what she was thinking, he explained lazily, then walked around to the passenger seat, opened the car door, and looked straight at Qing Wu with a gaze as quiet as a lake in the mountains.
Come over here.
Qing Wu paused, full of confusion, Ling Yansen's action... was he opening the car door for her? Let's strike her to death! Can this beast stop doing things that are inconsistent with his nature?
He stood lazily, resting his hand on the car door, and flicked his slender and beautiful fingers a few times, with little expression on his face, half a smile, and his tone was obscene and ambiguous, "Should I be the first one to do this?"
Are you the man who opened the door?"
Qingwu's forehead was filled with blood. She strode over, lifted up her skirt and sat in. Her smile was as bright as a flower, "I'm just surprised that Mr. Ling, who is not a human being, can also open a car for someone."
Ling Yansen shrugged, his delicate outline became sinister, and there was a rich smile in his narrow eyes. He suddenly leaned forward, his voice was so seductive, and it tickled her endlessly, "The inhuman Mr. Ling only opened the door for you.
, what about this answer? You have to develop the habit of having someone open the car door for you, so that you may be able to marry a good man in the future."
Qingwu was still in the mood of teasing in the first half of his sentence, but as soon as he finished the second half of his sentence, both of them were startled.
"Marriage is the most luxurious thing for me." Qingwu looked at him subconsciously, with a hint of meaning, her face as white as jade could not hide the desolation, "I married my husband.
But he is not a good man. You married, but your wife is not the one you love."
Ling Yansen was silent for a while, his face gloomy. She was right. Marriage was not a luxurious dream for him.
The Aston Martin was speeding down the highway, and there was dead silence in the car.